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IN ASYLUM
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Satish Verma It heaves you up;
too antsy to stay
on the waves,
inheriting the power-
dynamics of deemed palaces.
Channeling the inner Gandhi
or Buddha to reincarnate
the fragrance of past. Could
have become a golden
era again.
The fraud! Everthing was
created by a mockingbird.
Are you sure there
was a war cry between
the insects?
You remind me of ugly
dads fathering a new generation
of unborn myths.Thousands of
witnesses will keep their
eyes shut.
The Grand Finale
That last line is a kicker! Sight and prediction, ignorance without the bliss, distraction, missing the important events purposfully - or other, a wondrous image - Lady A